Natalie Lloyd Famous Quotes & Sayings

I learned that courage and fear always come as a pair. If you've gone one inside you, you've surely got the other. More pictures »

Some books are so special that you never forget where you were the first time you read them. More pictures »

It's possible to have a happy ending, even if the ending isn't what you imagined. More pictures »

Sometimes you don't realize how special a place - or a person - really is until until they're slipping away from you. More pictures »

I know there is a true and scientific explanation of where he wind comes from. But I like to think it happens when clouds shrug their shoulders. When stars spin hard enough for a few lucky people on earth to get caught up in their cosmic whirl. Sometimes wind just feels like weather. But sometimes it feels special, like it's carrying something with it" -Emma More pictures »

Today I'll wear a dress made of sunlight,I'll spin like the lilies,I'll bloom like the stars.Hands hold,Hearts fold,Under my thumbprint sky. More pictures »

She said fear is just a flashlight that helps you find your courage. More pictures »

Jonah Pickett was like snow days, field trips, candy stores, and Christmas Eve all blended into one big swoosh of a feeling -Felicity Pickle More pictures »

I woke up to an ache in my chest, the smell of chocolate, and the sound of the ghost making a racket in the kitchen. Now, I'm not the sort to dwell on doom and sorrow. Life is too short for that. But I should at least try to describe the ache briefly: It is not the kind that comes from eating tacos too late at night. It's the kind that comes from being left behind. I think my heart is smart enough to know there's a place I should be filling with new memories, new jokes, and wondrous adventures with the one person I loved most of all. But that person is gone now. And so, my heart has a giant hole. I call it The Big Empty. More pictures »

I think about how nobody knows how long they have in the world. And how we only get a certain number of words to say and share. I'd hate for the last words that come out of my mouth to be mean ones. I don't want to waste my words" -Emma More pictures »

And if you say 'I love you,' and you mean it, then love makes up for a whole lifetime of mistakes. That's some kind of magic. More pictures »

It occurred to me that there are at least three indisputable facts about best friends: 1. They wait for you, and 2. They slow down enough to walk beside you, and 3. They always know when you need hot chocolate. More pictures »

In all my years of word collecting, I've learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. i think that's one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person's mouth. When you know they'll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time -Felicity Pickle More pictures »

I made a big show of catching invisible words in my hands and putting them in my mouth and chewing on them. I knew my word-catching charade wasn't the best way to make a fast friend at Stoneberry Elementary School. But it was the only way I could think of to make my sister feel better. And I think if you're lucky, a sister is the same as a friend, but better. A sister is like a super-forever-infinity friend. More pictures »

The way he said her name made my heart cramp. In all my years of word collecting, I've learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. I think that's one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person's mouth. When you know they'll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time. More pictures »

I never wanted to forget all the ways we were connected that day: By our shadows and sunlight. By pounding hearts and a starry maybe. More pictures »

When Topher took me to the animal shelter to pick out a pup, the lady said we didn't want That Dog because she was scrawny. But I knew from the first time I saw That Dog, she was meant to be mine. I hope every person in the world gets to have an experience so wondrous: the sweet tug at your heart when you look at a dog, and a dog looks at you, and you know you're meant to take care of each other. More pictures »

I'm convinced Midnight Gulch can't be the only magical town in the world. I bet there's a snicker of magic on every street, in every old building, every broken heart, every word of a story. Maybe it's hidden away and you need to look harder for it. Or maybe the magic is right there, right in front of you, and all you have to do is believe.

That's a wonderful word: maybe. I watched maybe stretch out, long and starry. The letter y looked as fiery as the tail of a comet; it looped around our shoulders, connecting us all together.

I'm fairly certain lonely's most natural habitat is a school cafeteria.

I'd sooner believe in a ghost story than believe in love." "That doesn't matter," I told her. "Love still believes in you.

Believe is a powerful word to see and to say. But that morning, I felt it. And feeling it was the best of all. I knew something wonderful was about to happen to me. I didn't know what, or why, or how. But I believed.

A soft breeze settled around our shoulders as we walked into the cemetery. That same breeze made the world around us shiver a little bit. The slick green leaves of the tall trees rustled, and the long curtain of ivy dangling from the branches began to wave. When the ivy blows in the graveyard, it casts the prettiest lacelike shadows on the ground. They remind me of banners, rippling over the dearly departed in silent celebration.

Everything wonderful is possible.

Forgetting people you love is impossible. It'd be like forgetting how to breathe.

Ever word collector sure know that feeling, whether you've been catching songs or poems or stories. You've been caught in the magic. -Florentine

I didn't say another word to Mama that night, but I could feel something good even then: the YES in my heart, the swirling-around in my belly, the prickly tingling all the way from the freckle on my finger to the tip of my pinky toe. That much wonderful could only mean one thing: There was still magic in Midnight Gulch.

If God had a stethoscope, and if He held it up to this part of the dreary world to check for a heartbeat, I hope these are the sounds He'd hear: the sound of boots stomping rhythms out of the dust. The sounds of happy squeals and laughter when people spin out, nearly dizzy from joy. The sound of a scratchy voice, a thumping guitar, a plucky violin. That's what pure joy sounds like. Sometimes that's when I miss my mama most. Not just when I'm sad, but when I'm happy... and I can't share that happiness with her.

My voice is never much louder than a ripple, but even small voices sound loud when you talk about things that matter.

It's magical to me, the way memories hide in music.

But now that person is gone

Mama glanced down at me. "Do you have a crush on him?" "Not a crush." I shook my head. "More like an inflate. He makes me feel the opposite of crushed. He makes my heart feel like a balloon, like it's going to blow up and fly right out of my chest.

Every day you live is a day for dreaming.Every day is a day for adventuring.And every day is for sharing with people you love,because love's all that lasts.It's the only thing we carry out of this world.It connects us all, in the end.

Granny Blue said that everybody you meet is just a walking, talking broken heart. Some people just put the pieces back together better than others.

Sometimes you don't need words to feel better; you just need the nearness of your dog.

I was surrounded by words and stories and dust-speckled light. That's a pretty perfect way to be.

Mama glanced up at the lonesome moon. The moon glowed down over her face like it was very happy to be noticed. 'I can't imagine anybody or anything lonelier than that midnight moon,' said Mama. 'That'd be awful - sitting up against ten thousand stars without arms to reach out and hold a single one.

It is a known fact that the most extraordinary moments in a girl's life come disguised as ordinary days.

So. Many. Hundreds and billions and trillions of words.

I think it's kind of a cool way to live - to find something to celebrate every day" -Cody Belle

I wondered if there was something sacred, something everlasting, about melted ice cream and summer days and good stories.

So this is what I've decided: In the eyes of many people, I may never live an extraordinary life. But I will love in extraordinary ways. And I hope I choose to always see the best in people" -Emma

Some people are born starry. Some people shine so bright you can't help but sit back and stare. Some people can't help but shine.

You are never too old to be daring. Whether fifteen or ninety-five...believe your words have power. And use them.

When life gets heavy, sometimes your heart needs to cut loose.

Mama and I walked back out of the woods just in time to hear Frannie squeal, "I want to stay here forever!" "Fine by me." Cleo smiled. She opened up her little red cooler and sloshed through the ice. She pulled out an orange soda bottle and passed it to my sister. "We can stay here all day, at least." "Cleo Harness?" yelled a familiar, husky voice from the edge of the woods. "Is that you?" "Pack up!" Cleo hollered. "We're leaving!" She kicked the cooler lid shut and stood up so fast that her camping chair stayed stuck to her behind.

The truth is that I've never cared anything about sports. In PE, I do my best to get hit with the dodgeball on the first throw so I can sit out and read instead of play. I'd rather eat a hot dog at a baseball game than play baseball. I'd rather paint a soccer ball than kick one. I don't mind running, but only if I'm running towards something wonderful. i don't see the point in running away from anything, ever. -Felicity Pickle

The sound of boots stomping rhythms out of the dust. The sounds of happy squeals and laughter when people spin out, nearly dizzy from joy. The sound of a scratchy voice, a thumping guitar, a plucky violin. That's what pure joy sounds like.

If you're brave enough to love, and forgive, and call up the factofabulous memories ... there's no curse in the world that has any power over you.

I'll bet your dad keeps all those memories propped up on the walls of his heart. When he gets lonely, he takes one down and thinks about you and remembers.

Home isn't just a house or a city or a place; home is what happens when you're brave enough to love people.

Oliver's boardroom was actually a library. A good library. A library where books looked worn-out and well read and loved on. The library was two stories tall with a balcony wrapped around the top level. The big window on the top floor was propped half open. A rebel beam of sunlight pushed through the clouds, shining through the rain beads stuck to the screen and glass. And then that strange, golden rain light shone warm and pretty over Oliver's books. I wondered if the sun had missed the books, had waited as long as it possibly cold to shine over those spines again. I knew how that felt, to love a story so much you didn't just want to read it, you wanted to feel it.

So you keep catching them words, you hear? Pluck them out of the wind. String them together like the finest set of pearls. Line them up on paper. And if it hurts too much to say them, then you sing them, or whisper them, or write them into a story. But don't waste them. Your words matter more than you know.

My eyes are tiny but they've taken in a world full of wonderful.

It's so weird how life is so full of moving aroundpeople coming and going, people passing by each other all day long. You never know which person's going to steal your heart. You never know which is going to settle your soul. All you can do is look. And hope. And believe.

Just when you think you don't have it in you to bloom anymore, you do.

It took many years for me to see that hope doesn't take sadness away," Blue said sincerely. "But hope reminds you there's something good in spite of the sadness. There's joy still ahead, still yours for the taking.

Here's what I've learned about miracles: Sometimes they turn up quick, and sometimes they take their sweet time getting to you. It's hard to tell either way because a miracle never looks exactly the way you think it should. Some miracles are big and flashy, and others are sweet and simple. Some miracles make you want to shout, and others make you want to sing.And some miracles, the very best miracles of all, show up wearing cowboy boots.

In the eyes of many people, I may never live an extraordinary life. But I will love in extraordinary ways. And I hope I choose to always see the best in people

Stories aren't peaceful things. Stories don't care how shy you are. They don't care how insecure you are, either. Stories find their way out eventually. All you gotta do is turn 'em loose.

My brother can read people like a story. He knows when a smile's covering sadness and which sparkly-eyed look is a sure sign of a secret. He can hear a broken heart in the sound of someone's voice. He's especially good at reading me.

But maybe every creature in the world needs to be reminded that they aren't alone. That somebody cares about them. That they have a friend to lead them out of their present mess" -Emma

I believe that a family's still a family not matter if you have two people or ten, no matter if you're raised by a mama or a grandpa. A family can look a hundred different ways, I knew that.

I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.

If the right person tells a story, I guess it doesn't matter how many times you've heard it. Your heart still hears it brand new

Sometimes even doing the right thing will leave you with scars. But beauty comes from ashes, too. And I know that to be true.